I hear your whispers

It's already twelve in the evening where exactly the day she's waiting for... her birthday. Louse dark brown curly hair wearing a gray floral dress perfectly suited for her pale skin she's walking barefooted in the silent midnight.

A little bit excitement arose on her pink lips when she slowly turn the door open of her parents and take a two step in, and everything gradually faded as she become a statue in front of her mother lying on the floor lifeless.

Loneliness and serenity devour ownself as time vanish.... no one can explain someone's feeling when they lost love of their life.

She was just seven years old back then when she lost her mother.

The past become a dream where it seems sure real, hearing his whispers suddenly appear, calling her name that brought cold sense in veins. She become uncomfortable,... where her curiosity bring back everything in the past and be connected to his whispers.

She maybe crazy that she feels he's watching around,..she maybe crazy on thinking who really he is,...she maybe bothered that everything is not only a dream.

It's perfectly real.

All unexplained happened to the past answer by his cold whispers.